Hey guys! :)
So, this is my first fic, i hope you like it! I love klaine, so i thought i would share my love with the world!
This chapter is sort of an introductory chapter, please let me know what you think! I'd have a rough plan of what i want to happen, but if you have any requests for a storyline or songs or quotes or anything, please tell me! Please review :D
Wow.
Kurt let out a strangled gasp as he stared up at the huge oak doors looming over him. Wow. This is a SCHOOL? Of course Dalton was well known for being one of the richest schools in the country, but he didn't think it would be this BIG. After he regained the use of his feet, he pushed open the doors and stepped inside, only to be suddenly swept away by a mass of uniforms.
He looked around hastily, trying to figure out what was going on until he found himself at the top of a staircase. Kurt looked around at the design of the place, and his jaw hit the ground. He had never seen anything so beautiful!
After a couple of minutes of practically drooling over a building, he noticed a smaller figure with a lot of gel in his hair rushing past him, looking flustered as he ran down the stairs. Before he could stop himself he reached out and touched the figure's arm.
"Excuse me?"
Kurt almost couldn't form any coherent words as the figure whipped his head around. Oh my gosh. The most beautiful boy he had ever seen was standing in front of him, looking at him inquisitively as if urging him to continue.
"Um…hi.. can I ask you a question? I'm new here." A look of disbelief crossed the boy's face before he replied.
"My name is Blaine." he said with a warm smile.
"Kurt."
As he attempted to act like his brain and heart weren't going into overdrive, his attention was brought to the masses of students running excitedly past him, surely no-one was this excited for school?, and he wondered what could be happening.
"So, what exactly is going on?" Kurt asked, indicating to the people rushing past them.
"The Warblers!" a look of shock passed over Blaine's face as he realised that Kurt didn't know what was going on. "Every now and then they throw an impromptu performance in the senior commons; it tends to show the school out for a while."
Shock flickered across Kurt's face as he registered what Blaine was saying.
"Wait, so the glee club here is kind of…cool?"
"The Warbler's are like rock stars!" Blaine smiled proudly.
Before Kurt had time to think about how so very different this was to the torment he experienced at McKinley for being in glee, he felt a warm presence clutching his hand.
"C'mon, I know a shortcut."
Before Kurt even knew what was happening, he was being pulled in the opposite direction to everybody else. Surely this boy couldn't be real? A guy who was holding his hand, not being embarrassed about it, who was immediately nice to him even though he screamed outsider, and to top it all of looked like an angel. He was being led though the school by this amazing, nice, attractive...Stop it Kurt! He shook his head. You've barely known him for five minutes and he's probably not single, let alone gay and you're pretty much planning out your wedding? Get a grip! He was so wrapped up in his slightly irrational thoughts, that he didn't hear the chattering voices coming from the door they were heading towards. As Blaine let go of Kurt's hand, he saw something flash across the shorter boys face, but before he could recognise it, Blaine pushed open the doors. Inside there was a huge commotion; boys lifting furniture out of the way and people rushing around excitedly. It was only then that Kurt realised just how different he looked to the others.
"Ooh, I stick out like a sore thumb!"
"Well next time don't forget your jacket, new kid." he said while playing with Kurt's collar. Kurt tried not to gasp at the almost electric shock he felt when Blaine touched him. "You'll fit right in!"
There was music coming from the back of the room… wait. The Warblers are an a capella group? There was barely any backing as the boys started to hum.
"Now if you'll excuse me." Wait. What? He could only stare in shock as the perfect boy somehow became even more perfect when he began to sing in a clear and beautiful voice.
Before you met me
I was alright but things were kind of heavy
You brought me to life
Now every February you'll be my valentine
Valentine
On these words, Blaine made eye contact with Kurt. Holy crap. Is he singing this to me? Kurt watched in absolute amazement as the boy he met not ten minutes ago made his heart rise up into his throat. The Warblers were captivating… and so was Blaine.
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever
There was no mistaking it this time. Blaine was undoubtedly singing straight at him, and it made his brain turn to goo. He was falling fast and hard for the singer, and he didn't even know if he was gay! He looked around in amazement as the rest of the school started dancing along to their glee clubs music.
You make me
Feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't breathe
Let's run away and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
Kurt couldn't concentrate. His mouth was open in complete and utter shock at the sight of their glee club actually being…liked. He barely even noticed himself clapping as the song drew to a close. The room erupted in cheers as Kurt felt his knees weaken beneath him as he stared unashamedly into those captivating eyes.
"Latte?"
Kurt studied their faces as he hesitantly thanked them for the coffee. What was going on?
"This is Wes and David." Blaine gestured towards the people on either side of him. One was a friendly looking African American, and the other a concerned looking Asian. They were all looking at him and Kurt felt like he was in an interrogation. He couldn't believe they were actually being nice to him.
"It's very civilized of you to invite me for coffee before you beat me up for spying."
"We are not going to beat you up." Wes said reassuringly. They were all so freaking dapper!
"You were such a terrible spy, we thought it was sort of endearing." David smiled at Kurt, showing him that they didn't mean any harm.
And finally, Blaine spoke.
"Which made me think that spying on us wasn't really the reason you came." He said it with such conviction and was just so amazing that Kurt couldn't help stuttering.
"C-can I ask you guys a question?" All three Dalton boys looked at Kurt expectantly as he took a deep breath. He definitely didn't want them to take this the wrong way, and right now it could make or break him. "A-are you guys all gay?"
Kurt braced himself for a myriad of responses, but they did the one that he definitely did not expect. All three of them laughed. They obviously got asked that a lot, and Kurt couldn't help being a little hurt. Maybe Blaine was just interacting with the crowd. Maybe he did that with everyone. Kurt mentally scolded himself. Why would you ask that?
"Uh, no." At that one word Kurt felt the one bit of hope he had slip out of his grasp. He needed to leave and he was just getting ready to say so when Blaine continued.
"I mean, I am, but these two have girlfriends." Kurt was so elated that he finally was interested in someone who not only could sing, but was actually gay.
"This is not a gay school, we just have a zero tolerance harassment policy." It was at this sentence that Kurt's calm exterior began to crack. This school was like a dream, but it was a dream he could never have. Kurt felt tears beginning to form in his eyes as he thought of the life that waited for him when he left this haven.
"Everyone gets treated the same, no matter what they are. It's pretty simple." That was it. Kurt could feel the lump in his throat and it was preventing him from speaking. Don't cry in front of these people. You don't want to make yourself seem any more ridiculous than you already do. He thought he did pretty well at masking his feelings until he felt Blaine's gaze upon him.
"Could you excuse us?" Well, that was the last thing he needed. I should never have come. he thought bitterly. The first gay guy I have met in Ohio, and a cute one at that, and I have to screw it up by crying in front of him.
Wes nodded. "Take it easy, Kurt"
David and Wes swiftly left the table, leaving Blaine and Kurt on their own. Under any other circumstance Kurt would be relishing in the fact that he was alone with a guy he liked who actually had the potential to like him back, but memories were flooding into him and breaking his façade. He could almost feel the metallic taste in his mouth as he remembers Karofsky smashing his face against the locker wall.
"I take it you're having trouble at school." There was so much understanding in that one sentence that Kurt couldn't help but break down and he wanted to tell him everything.
"I am the only person out of the closet at my school." He could feel the tears clouding his eyes and running down his cheeks as the memories threatened to overpower him. His stomach was tightened into a knot as he talked to Blaine. "And I-I tried to stay strong about it, but there is this… Neanderthal who has made it his mission to make my life a living hell." As he continued, he realised what the worst part really was. "And nobody seems to notice." Kurt finished his rant with a sob, feeling as though there should have been a weight lifted by telling someone about it, but all that has happened is his stomach twisted tighter at the realisation. No-one cared. They all saw him being pushed down in the halls, being slushied and being made fun of, but no one really saw it. They only saw what they wanted to see.
Blaine seemed to know what he was thinking. "I know how you feel. I got taunted at my old school and it really… it pissed me off." Kurt was relieved to see that there was something wrong with this seemingly perfect boy, but at the same time his heart broke knowing that Blaine had to have gone through the same things as Kurt did. "I even complained about it to the faculty, and they were sympathetic and all, but you could just tell that nobody really cared." His voice came out breathless at the end and Kurt knew exactly what was going through his mind. "It was like 'Hey, if you're gay, your life's just going to be miserable. Sorry, nothing we can do about it.'"
Kurt looked down into his lap as he came to terms with what he was hearing. Someone else actually knew how he felt and what he was going through, and they had just opened up to him. There were still tears in Kurt's eyes, but his throat was no longer closed off.
"So I left. I came here. Simple as that. So, you have two options." Kurt looked up hopefully. "I mean, I'd love to tell you to just come enrol here but tuition at Dalton's sort of steep and I-I know that's not an option for everybody. Or, you can refuse to be the victim. Prejudice is just ignorance, Kurt, and you have a chance right now, to teach him." Kurt mulled over the implications of what Blaine was saying. Why has this never occurred to me before? "How?" he asked without thinking. It seemed that that barrier that filtered your thoughts from what you say? Yeah, that didn't work around Blaine.
"Confront him! Call him out!" he said this with such assurance and confidence that Kurt couldn't help but believe him. His eyes looked so sincere that he just knew it was the right thing to do.
"I ran, Kurt. I didn't stand up. I let bullies chase me away and it is something that I really, really regret." Blaine seemed so upset with himself and there was no way that Kurt ever wanted to feel like that. The regret was obviously eating him up inside, and no matter what it cost him, he knew he couldn't just run.
Blaine took a gum wrapper and a pen out of his pocket and proceeded to write something down. "Here's my number." He offered Kurt the little bit of paper. "If you ever need anything or even just need to talk, text me or call me. I don't care what time, I want to be there for you." Kurt took the gum wrapper and put it in his pocket. Kurt rummaged around in his pocket before looking to Blaine sheepishly.
"Uhh, I don't have any paper." Blaine thrust his hand towards Kurt. Kurt looked at it blankly for a few moments before registering what he wanted. He picked up his pen and wrote his number on Blaine's hand, trying with all his might to not think about how toned and smooth it was.
Kurt took this as his signal to go and reluctantly got up from his chair. He smiled at Blaine and was shocked when he got pulled into a hug. Blaine's voice echoed in his ear. "Take care." and Kurt knew that he meant it. It was just so amazing to have someone who understood what he was going through and was actually willing to talk to him. He offered a small smile and walked away.
Blaine let go of a breath that he didn't know he was holding as he watched the spy walk away. He sat back down on shaky knees as he thought about the amazing boy with the piercing blue eyes and what he was going though. He couldn't stand the fact that this wonderful, kind, caring boy had to go through all of the things that made him run to this place. He didn't know how long he sat there thinking about him until he heard Wes and David coming up behind him.
"Blaine, are you okay? We saw Kurt leave about an hour ago. He said he'd call you soon." Blaine's face lit up at the prospect of talking to Kurt again and he slowly got up to get ready for class. Everything that he was looking forward to and was happy about was slowly paling in comparison to the idea of talking to Kurt again.
The whole rest of the day Blaine couldn't concentrate. Every time he saw something that remotely reminded him of Kurt, his mind would drift away to other, less dapper places.
"Mr Anderson?" Blaine looked up in shock. The teacher was hovering above Blaine's desk, looking at him expectantly.
"Um…374?" he said, his voice coming up in question.
"Correct." Blaine let out a sigh of relief as he began to concentrate on what was happening up the front of the class.
"How do you do that?" David whispered into Blaine's ear. "You weren't even listening!"
"I know, it's a gift." Blaine said with a wink as he turned to focus on what the teacher was saying.
The rest of the day went by in a blur of daydreams, randomly guessed answers and many, many un-dapper innuendos made by David and Wes.
When the bell finally rang, Blaine got up and rocketed out of the classroom. He sprinted all the way across campus to his dorm room, slammed it shut and dived onto his bed. He took a shaky breath as he tried not to think about the boy that he met today. But it didn't matter what he thought, because he couldn't do anything. He's going through a hard time. He just wants a good friend, a mentor, NOT a boyfriend. I can't make him uncomfortable, even if he is gay.
Blaine lay on his bed with his face in his pillow for a good hour until he heard a soft knock on the door.
"Blainneeey. Are you awake?" Wes and David warily crept into his room. "You weren't at Warblers rehearsal and we were worried. Does Blainey-boo have something on his mind? Or someone?" Wes said in a teasing tone, slowly creeping forwards to tickle Blaine.
Crap. Blaine sat up with a jolt. "Am I kicked out? Does everyone hate me? I can't believe I missed rehearsal!"
"Woah, dude, chill. You forget that we make up two thirds of the council. We just spouted some BS excuse about your grandpa being sick and everyone was fine. Just brace yourself for a lot of muffin baskets over the next few days."
Blaine opened his mouth to thank them when he heard his phone vibrate on his bedside table. Blaine saw a mischievous look flit across David's eyes as he dived for his phone.
"A message from Kurt Hummel. Oooh, Kurtie! I wonder what he said?" David said while skipping around Blaine's attempts to grab the phone from his grasp. For someone who was on the Warbler's council he really could act like a little kid sometimes. Actually, most of the time. The only time when he acted half normal was when he was around new people or teachers. Huh. That will be a surprise for Kurt.
"Give it here! It could be serious!" David opened the message and his face fell.
"Uh, Blaine, you might want to read this." David slowly handed over the phone while still looking shocked.
"Oh, really?" he said sarcastically. "Because that's not what I've been trying to do for the past 5 minutes." Blaine's teasing smile turned into a look of horror as he read the message.
Blaine, please help me. They found me again. –K
Blaine's playful mood dropped and he looked up to see his look of horror mirrored on David's face. He quickly typed a reply.
I'm coming to McKinley, just stay strong. Courage. –B
He leapt up from his position on the bed, grabbed his keys from his desk and ran past a shocked David and Wes.
"Blaine! Where are you going?" Wes screamed as he ran out the door.
"Kurt's in trouble! David, explain! I have to go." Blaine yelled back as he promptly tripped down the stairs. He shook his head and jumped up. "I'm okay!" There was the sound of laughter echoing from the rooms upstairs as Blaine rushed out the big oak doors.
